Raising the spirit of the land. Who knows what energies there are within the 'Tree Herds' of Bradgate Park.
Having lived in urban Leicester all my life, as a youngster a rare visit to Bradgate park, catching two buses and laden with sandwiches and a bottle of water was an absolute treat. It soon became obvious that it had a deep and abiding effect on me. Often, as I grew older I would sneak a couple of hours straight from work ust to sit on walk its paths. It was my prayer ground.
I began to scribble the trees, deer, water and hills, dabbling with pastel and watercolour and eventually oil paint. From these beginnings came a clearer understanding of the ancient oaks, and the deep relationship between man and nature.
The tree images reflect a watchful prescence, moulded by years of fear and trepidation, but for those who search - peace.
I would start this series by drawing many small images in pastel of the trees realising their anthropomorphic stature and sketches of the surrounding area.
Then I would carry on with Plein-Air watercolours.
Putting away my sketchbooks I painted in oil from memory.